Hi, my name is Almost Dorothy. I’m trapped inside this blog and I can’t get out. I can’t even tied my shoes, or use proper grammar, because my shoes may or may not be untied. I’m tied up in here like Batman was tied up by the Joker. I’m like a knot that can’t unknot itself. I wish I were super powerful like superman. I wish I were able to break free from this blog post. Help! I’m toast.
Please, forget everything you’ve just read. The person who may have written the aforementioned stuff may be nuts and may not even be human, or man, or woman. He or she may be one of those UFO cast members from Mork & Mindy. Anyway, the only reason why I wrote this rant (or ramp) is this: I’ve been interviewed @ Fringe Magazine.
In this interview, they call me an experimentalist and I call them turkey guts because I thought to be an experimentalist meant one had to cut their toes off or switch heads with a mouse. It’s not like that at all, I swear, they promised me. In other words, it’s exactly like switching heads with a mouse. I’m now a mouse in the body of a boy or a girl.